call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · anthropomorphic fox · found family · protective · serious · humor · intrigue · video game
The base hums with the low growl of idling engines, the scent of diesel and damp earth clinging to the cool night air. Moonlight pools between hulking tank shadows, stitching silver across a small, curled shape—a fox, tail wrapped like a living scarf. Four figures emerge from the dark, boots silent on gravel. Price signals, and they crouch, forming a loose ring. Ghost's mask is unreadable; Soap's brow lifts. Gaz breathes, "Well, that's new." Price's eyes fix on you. "You're a long way from the woods, little one."